Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2)
all dirty," he said.  
    It was true. In the light of the bathroom, I could see that my skin was covered in smudges of dirt. Hunter wasn't any cleaner.
    He peeled off my dress, leaving it on the floor. Then Hunter turned on the shower and stepped inside, taking me with him. At first, I shied away from the cold blast of water, but when it warmed up I relaxed.
    "You've got to expect to be dirty sometimes if you're involved with a biker," Hunter said. "I was working this morning. Must've gotten dirty."
    My chest clenched. Was "working" what he called it?
    Hunter grabbed the tiny hotel bar of soap and started to lather it between his hands. At first, it was dark brown, but eventually it foamed white. He rubbed the lather over my body. Goosebumps came all over my skin.
    It felt good. I didn't want it to. I wanted to be angry at him, but I couldn't. It was hard to tear my mind away from the feeling of warm water pouring over my skin and Hunter's hands slipping over my breasts, slick with soap.
    As his hands touched every part of me, Hunter's dick grew hard. When he washed my hair, it pressed up against my stomach. When he stood away, water dripped from the pink tip. Already, we both knew what was going to happen.
    Hunter pushed me against the tile of the shower. The cold stone made me shiver for a moment. He picked up a complementary condom from the side of the sink and threw it on himself before coming back to me.
    I was a little worried. The floor was slick with soap and it seemed like it would be a little too easy to fall and break an arm in the shower. But when Hunter held me, all that went away. He picked up my right leg, bringing it high, and supported the rest of my body in his strong arms.
    It felt stable, secure, like I wasn't going anywhere. That was good, because as soon as Hunter slid into me I couldn't support myself anyway. I fell onto his chest and held on with my arms around his neck. The hot water kept beating against us, sliding down our skin.
    Hunter's dark hair fell into his eyes, plastered down by the water. He groaned with each thrust, picking my whole body into the air. Something about the shower made everything feel different. I was sure that I could feel every muscle on his body, every scar. I could feel every inch of his hot dick as it slid in and out of me.
    I held him closer, pulling my arms tightly around his body. Hunter's heartbeat pounded against me. I could feel it racing in his chest, throbbing so hard that I was almost sure it would explode. Was it me that made him feel that way? Yes . That heart was throbbing for me .
    My lips caught Hunter's, trapping them in a kiss. Our tongues slid over one another and I felt him swelling, getting even harder inside of me. He picked up the pace, pounding deeper. I moaned against him.
    Even if his words weren't true, this was. His body wasn't lying to me, it couldn't. He couldn't hide anything from me this way. There was just one more question that mattered.
    I brought my mouth to his ear. Water spilled onto my lips as I whispered to him.
    "I have one more question for you," I said. "Tell me, Hunter, do you love me?"
    As I thought it would, his body answered for him. Hunter's dick swelled, filling me up even more than before. His grunts were wilder, rougher now. He took my hand in his hands and pulled.
    I let myself melt into the feeling. The lies didn't matter. All that mattered was this truth. Hunter was mine . Whatever else he did, whatever words came out of his mouth, he couldn't deny what his body was telling me. He was mine.
    The heat of the steam, the water, and his body all blended into one. I panted, gasping for air as he pounded into me. The whole time, his eyes were open. He never looked away once. He watched every single bit of me.
    Suddenly, my stomach tightened. My whole body clenched and a red-hot flash of heat sped down my spine. The pleasure shook my whole body and I let out a ragged moan. I could feel him coming, tensing up and getting ready to
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